Throw Your Hands In The Air

"Alright party people, it's about that timeWe want everybody everybody off the stageWho ain't supposed to be on the stageAnd you trip over the wire, we gon' get Smitty to beat you up"[Buckshot]Just clap your hands to the beat"Just clap your hands to the beat" (6x) "you don't stop"If you look at reality, I bet you can't see what I can seeWhat could you see Buck, another duckGettin paid off the bullshit, what the fuckNow, you can keep the ball if you wantBut I'm gonna fight for the right in the name of the bluntHip-hop rules, can't nobody touch the flavorBrotha, word to motha, tell your neighbor (WHAT!!)That we do whatever we gotta doGod bless the budda cess and my whole crewOne thing I hate see fuck a handYou and your crew bite my style and you play Teddy Rucker manTimberland on the upper handSee the future plan is to be the man on the mic, huhI see for now I got to demonstrateHey, hold your head back and feel the weight, remember this?Chorus (4x)Two turntables and a mic (MIC!!)One phat emcee on the set (SET!!)[Buckshot]Watch me blow your back out wit the verbHerb, come test Buck you get servedLook, up in the air, it's a birdNo, it's Super Nigga and look he's puffin the herbSayin "chocolate do a nigga justice"Bust this, spark another session I'm lovin the mistContact in my nostrilIs a collosal emcee to recollect on setThe point is, you get biz on the micLike back in the days, niggas we got more likeShit, today it take niggas too long to recognizeJust because I'm not commercializedOr when I'm in your town I rock the undergroundBut you don't know meCuz I don't got no bitches wit me that's ready to blow meHalf bud-ass yellin "have a good time"Nowadays I'd rather have a good rhymeChorus (4x)[Buckshot]Commercial rap get the gun clapBuckshot, original mack I'm takin it backBack, back to when the wack used to play loaferCarryin equiptment, nowadays they gettin overSayin it's another form of hip-hopBut get dropped wit the ball, back and talk when you walkAt night, whenever I stomp I can feel the hawkInside of my chest, from the blessWhat I manifest is what I bring forthHold up people, I'm gettin you lost, wait a minuteRemember this? remenisce?Way back in the days when the battle meant whoever got disNow what they do is this, to ruin thisThey put a commercial emcee in the businessTo make a brother like me play the dugoutThat's that shit, no doubtChorus (4x)Yeah yeah yeah yeah, that's what you been missinTwo turntables and a micAnd one phat emcee on the set, blowin up the spotMC, DJ, this is how we do todayNiggas can't believe how we do thatBuckshot, BCC, representin who I be, FAP listenCheck it outBuckshot, Beatminerz in the front in the back